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Two days in and I still couldn't believe this shit. Coming from me, that was really saying something. Giant, man-eating butterfly monsters? No problem. Creepy women with evil fetuses trying to escape their stomach a la Alien? All in a day's work. But hippie commune, utopia shit? That was too fucking much. If people started running for their lives, I'd feel more at home.
Not everything about hippie communes was bad, though. This one in particular happened to have a kitchen stocked with lots of free food, and while most of it was the organic, feel-good crap Niko paid an arm and a leg for back home, there were also baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods. Cupcakes, muffins, pies. Really fucking awesome pies. So awesome they almost made up for the lack of chili dogs.
Almost.
Perched at one of the long tables in the kitchen, I was happily shoveling a piece of apple pie in my face. When you spend your entire life on the run, you learn to eat fast. It's a hard habit to break even when you actually have the time to properly chew your food. By that point, I wasn't even that messy about it. Well, not by much, anyway.
"Shit," I hissed, having dropped a piece of apple in my lap, but immediately retrieved it and popped it into my mouth. Waste not, want not.
[OOC: May be a little slow, but open to new threads through Friday.]
Not everything about hippie communes was bad, though. This one in particular happened to have a kitchen stocked with lots of free food, and while most of it was the organic, feel-good crap Niko paid an arm and a leg for back home, there were also baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods. Cupcakes, muffins, pies. Really fucking awesome pies. So awesome they almost made up for the lack of chili dogs.
Almost.
Perched at one of the long tables in the kitchen, I was happily shoveling a piece of apple pie in my face. When you spend your entire life on the run, you learn to eat fast. It's a hard habit to break even when you actually have the time to properly chew your food. By that point, I wasn't even that messy about it. Well, not by much, anyway.
"Shit," I hissed, having dropped a piece of apple in my lap, but immediately retrieved it and popped it into my mouth. Waste not, want not.
[OOC: May be a little slow, but open to new threads through Friday.]